I got the three things I wanted. I did my job, I worked hard in the process, and I cherish the memories, and they're mine.

Losing and dying: it's the same thing.

What is stronger, fear or hope?

It's frustrating in the sense that I still think I could be competing at some sport at a fairly high level, which nobody cares about. Nobody wants to hear me say that.

My actions and reactions, and the way I treated certain scenarios, were way out of line, so I deserved some punishment.

What matters is ultimately what collectively those people on the street - whether that's the cycling community, the cancer community - it matters what they think.

Motivation can't take you very far if you don't have the legs.